User blog comment:Lordsunflash/Submission and Rebellion/@comment-3474228-20110501213845

Third time's a charm --

A weasel finds a frightened old vole hiding behind a stack of logs. At first, he runs past the hiding spot, but then, doubling back, he hears the heavy breathing of the agitated vole.

Jumping on top of the stack, he grins crookedly, his yellowed teeth and putrid breath causing the vole to fall over in surprise. Leaping down cleanly and landing next to the old creature, he grabs the vole by the neck squeezes hard.

The vole struggles fruitlessly as the weasel's grasp tightens, and soon he turns a purplish-blue color. Just as the vole is about to go unconscious, the weasel lets go, and the unfortunate gasping creature soothes his aching neck as he hits the ground.

Picking up the vole again in one paw, the weasel jabs his free paw into the solar plexus of the old beast, driving his paw deep into the vole's body. Then, twisting his paw, he feels the vole's heart twist and his lungs compress.

Releasing the vole, the weasel stands back and watches in satisfaction as the creature screams in agony, clutching his chest. He rolls about on the ground, his shrill shrieks piercing the air.

Laughing insanely, the weasel pulls a nearby spear out of the ground and jabs at the vole's limbs. Yawning, he finally decides to end his game. Raising the spear high in the air, he smiles again. "Let's put ye outta yore misery!" He plunges the spear deep into the vole's neck, silencing the beast for good.

Twisting the spear, he winces as it cracks, sending flesh, blood, and wood specks in all directions. He throws the half of the spear on the ground, leaving a transfixed vole lying there in a puddle of muddied blood.

He grabs another spear and starts to kill off more woodlanders in the same manner, making sure they suffer 'till the end.